I never got grounded. My parents never found out.
But my kids don’t do squat compared to me and my wife.
There wasn’t a day I wasn’t grounded. Thing is I never did anything to get grounded. My older cousins poured red paint onto the living room carpet - my fault because they’d gotten into my paint. Grandpa told me to tell Grandma something as a joke that he knew I’d get backwards - I got it backwards, he laughed, I got grounded. Cousins, again, went swimming where they weren’t supposed to but I stayed in the right place - yep, they got off scot free and I got grounded from swimming all summer. Another cousin was shooting off fireworks in the backyard and I opened the door to see what was going on - grounded. Someone sped around me on a gravel road and gravel chipped the windshield - had to hand the keys over (a hundred years later I married the show off). I didn’t have time to do anything bad for being grounded the entire first 18 years of my life.